I Will Be The Crowned King

On the congested Friedrichstraße, an inconspicuous old-fashioned four-wheeled carriage drove slowly.

Mace Hornard leaned on the seat quietly, spread the Life of Isaac Rand he carried with him on his lap, and flipped through it gently by the sunlight outside the window.

The young bachelor sitting opposite took out the prepared wine and glass from the drawer of the carriage, poured the wine meticulously, carefully placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it to the position where Mace Hornard could hold it with his hand:

"professor……"

"You're too much today." The professor said softly without raising his head, his eyes fell on the paragraph describing St. Isaac's betrayal by his companions and his death at home:

"Anson Bach is the key to my next series of plans, and has a strong use value; even his exploits at Fort Thunder deserve your respect—even reluctantly."

"I'm so sorry!"

The terrified young bachelor suddenly lowered his head, his straight body trembling slightly:

"I-I don't mean anything superfluous! I-I just..."

"envy?"

Mace Hornard turned the pages, very casually.

"Absolutely not!"

The young bachelor stopped abruptly like an electric shock, his dilated eyes and pupils shrank: "It's just that time is urgent, and I have to interrupt your conversation with Your Excellency Anson Bach. Other than that..."

"enough."

Mace Hornard, who frowned slightly, interrupted softly, holding the wine glass on the table in his right hand, never taking his eyes off the book in his hand: "Then tell me what made you so rude."

The young bachelor sighed in relief, his terrified expression quickly regained his initial calm, and his ice blue eyes looked at the professor calmly:

"We're exposed."

On the crowded street, an old-fashioned horse-drawn carriage that had just turned a corner stopped under a gas lamp on the side of the road.

"This is a report from inside the Guards, and the incident of the commotion at the Central West Station of the Royal Capital yesterday." The young bachelor took out a note from his sleeve and pressed it lightly under the wine glass:

"Lieutenant Colonel Sacher Wald, commander of the 2nd Guards Battalion Regiment, discovered your itinerary on December 3 last year, and has been sending people to monitor us since that day."

"Oh? It seems that I should pay a visit to this competent commander of the Guards."

Closing the book gently, Mace Hornard smiled: "Where is he now?"

"Graveyard." The young bachelor said briefly:

"He died, in an absurd extortion vendetta aboard the Iron Sky."

The slightly surprised Mace Hornard narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Our informant said that the Guards are currently hunting down the home of a man named 'Draco Wilters', who works for Clovis Facts and is very closely related to the ridiculous murder. contact." The young bachelor stared at the pedestrians passing by the window, and lowered his voice cautiously:

"Not only that, this person has also collected a lot of secret information and plans about the Guards, and his whereabouts are currently unknown. It can only be concluded that he has not left Clovis City for the time being."

"The most important thing is that in his hands, there is information about you and the entire organization!"

Mace Hornard smiled, and the glass he held up stopped in the air.

"I have to return to St. Isaac's College now, there is an academic meeting waiting for me, and you..." Shaking the purple-red liquid in the cup, the professor looked at the ice blue eyes gently:

"And you, immediately go back to the Wang Family Military Academy to pick up something for me. If anyone asks... say I accidentally lost an important note in the reference room."

"Yes!"

The young maester got up and left the carriage and hurried away in the direction of the college.

Looking at the back disappearing from the crowd, the smile at the corner of Mace Hornard's mouth became playful:

"August first, now there is Steel Sky... Hehe, it seems that when we meet next time, we will have more conversations with dear Anson Bach."

The professor took the glass and drank it, and the purple-red liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth and neck like blood.

………………

Perhaps because he was too busy, Anson, who was "pretending" to be a student of St. Isaac's College, managed to infiltrate the data room of the Royal Military Academy with little effort, and found the content previously organized by Mace Hornard:

"About the application for dispatch and travel of lower-ranking officers in the south in Clovis City".

Well, it's almost the same as what I guessed at the beginning... An Sen, who was lying in the data pile, scanned the messy registration records above at a glance.

For the travel and assignment of officers - even low-level officers - the Kingdom of Clovis has a nominally strict management system, which needs to be registered every time, and can be used to verify the identity of the other party and track down Responsibility.

But conversely, having control over these rosters and registration records can create a non-existent "officer" in a non-existent location, especially a lower-ranking officer below the rank of captain.

Infantry company commander, reserve lieutenant, flag bearer, bugle bearer, chief of division... These officers who really control the Wang ** team, but are rarely registered in detail, are the goals of Mace Hornard.

The status of a low-ranking officer may not be a big deal, but it can make it easy for a pretender to knock on some doors that would be closed to outsiders; wealthy businessmen and local nobles who do not want to cause trouble will rarely reject a person who has the right to bear a gun. reasonable request.

And Mace Hornard took advantage of this to move around the kingdom with his hidden identity more than once to complete some of his plans-according to the evidence collected by a talker, he and the capital had several murders They are all implicated but can be safe and sound, relying on these "identities".

And he will appear at the Wang Family Military Academy today, presumably to use this opportunity to do the finishing touches for a certain operation.

But he didn't know that his whereabouts had been exposed. As long as he could find a "non-existent officer" in the records, he would be able to dismantle this trick he had been playing for a long time.

When he had to face the Black Mage and his underground evil organization, he would have a trump card when he went against the water.

Anson, whose pupils shrank suddenly, stopped at the name of a secretary named "John Ness".

Right at this moment...

"Um?!"

An Sen was shocked, the hexagram on his heart was the same as before ~www.readwn.com~ but with a more intense burning pain.

Mace Hornard, he's back? !

Or... is there a third spellcaster in this agency building? !

Quickly closing the list in his hand, An Sen, who was desperately trying to keep calm, turned his attention to the door of the data room subconsciously.

In the data room, which was so quiet that there was only the sound of turning pages and breathing, I could clearly hear the slightly hurried footsteps outside the door, and it was getting faster and faster.

The tingling sensation in his chest became more and more obvious. An Sen, who stood up slowly, hid on the side of the bookshelf, his right hand behind his waist was ready to draw a gun, staring at the door of the reference room, as if he had already I could see the figure that was approaching fast.

Three steps, two steps, one step...

"boom!"

The door was slammed open, and a pair of eyes shot like sharp arrows at the place where Anson had just sat.

A pair of ice blue eyes!